Sanctuary

Alone again, alone in time, and so i sink into my mind. I chase my dreams to the unknown, where the blind eye sees and the souls are grown. I walk through a white door that leads to my heart its shattered, broken, and all torn apart. The past is an evisceration picture book written in braille, only those who wish to truly see could understand its tale. Inside the guilt of innocence the seeds of future life are sewn, and within the sins of unity the first die is cast and stone is thrown